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“Maybe I’m not in the mood for nice either, Bass.”
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MARI
Idon’t think I’ve ever wanted someone this badly in my life.
It’s a deep, dull, physical ache.
He turns me back to the window. I let out a low moan as his right hand teases my chest, thumbing a nipple, other hand pinning my right wrist above my head, flat to the cold glass. It’s chilly on my back and makes my nipples even harder. His mouth dominates mine, starving, aggressive, and I love the way he kisses. He moves to my neck, nibbling, sucking, trailing lower, and my breath comes in hitches as he drops to his knees.
His face is still at my chest.
He tongues my breasts, squeezing them hard, sucking my nipples. I groan, fingers interlacing through his hair. “Pull,” he whispers, glancing up into my eyes. “Don’t be shy.”
I let out a soft moan as I tug his hair. He bites my nipple. “Harder.”
I pull harder, groaning as he bites the other one, sucking after, painful and sweet. His hands slide my panties over my hips and I’ve never been so exposed before. Naked in front of a stranger, my ass pressed to a glass window. Someone might see, and maybe that’s the point.
Let them stare. To hell with it all.
“Beautiful,” Bass says, leaning back for an instant to look at me.
Heat rises through my core and into my cheeks. “You’re just saying that.”
“God, you have no idea how much I mean it.”
His lips suck and kiss to my belly button, to my hips, down to my thighs. His fingers trace down the folds of my pussy. He nudges my legs wider, wider again, stroking and stroking, rubbing slowly in circles. Moans rip from my throat.
When his mouth finds my pussy, I’m halfway to coming right on his tongue.
He licks, lapping and sucking, working and rolling around my clit. He groans. “You taste fucking good, baby,” he says as I pull his hair again. “Yeah, like that. Pull it harder.”
I cry out as his big fingers glide inside me. It feels incredible as his mouth continues to suck my clit. He’s good, changing speeds, listening to my noises, and moaning while he does it.
“Please,” I gasp, arching into his mouth. I grind against his face desperately. “Oh fuck I’m so close.”
“You’re going to come on my face already, love?” He squeezes my ass roughly, pulling me tighter.
“Fuck!”
“You dirty girl. You don’t get to come yet. You haven’t asked nicely.”
He pulls back. I gasp, eyes wide. “No, please, no, I’m so close.”
“Beg first.”
My mouth drops open. “What?!”
“You want to come?” He stands, slipping off his dress shirt. Holy hell, he’s gorgeous, fully unveiled like that. Muscular, lithe, athletic, and dangerous. The tattoos make him look menacing like some kind of monster. “You have to plead first. Convince me you deserve it.”
“Bass! I’m not begging. That’s just—”
“You will,” he says plainly, taking off his belt.
I shove my hand between my legs. “You can’t stop me.”
But he moves faster. He comes forward, yanks my hand off my pussy, and bends it behind my back. He wraps the belt around my other wrist and binds them together. Not too tight that I couldn’t get out—but enough that I know he’s not kidding.
